A/N: Alright, here's the next installment. Most said how much they loved it. Thanks guys! A few said it was so cute. Trust me when i say that's my angle ;) But the one that shocked me the most was that one or two people found it, at some point, funny. I'm impressed. I think that's just my natural quirkiness showing through.

But anyway enough of my rabbling and on with the show!


Booth fell asleep on the couch in Brennan's office. The two women were working on a facial reconstruction and Brennan needed Booth in there.

Hodgins was sent to locate and retrieve him. He felt a bit like the family pet at the moment.

He looked all around the lab and eventually wandered into Brennan's office. Hodgins figured the poor guy must have fell asleep waiting for her to get back.

He went to the FBI agent's side and gently prodded his shoulder. "Booth, wake up!" he said quietly, so as not to startle the man and get shot for his trouble.

"Tempe?" Booth asked, eyes sliding in and out of focus.

Hodgins laughed loudly at Booth, which brought him back to the real world. "Whatcha laughing at?" Booth asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Do I look like 'Tempe' to you?" Hodgins howled harder when Booth blushed.

"Shit, I'm sorry man," Booth said, standing up.

"That's ok, no need to apologise," Hodgins spluttered, beginning to laugh again. " I don't mind being your Tempe."

Booth shook his head and knew he would never hear the end of this one.


Hodgins managed to drag Angela away from their unsuspecting victims in the next room.

"Angela, he fell asleep on her couch," Hodgins whispered excitedly at her. She had never seen him get this involved with anything unless it was dirt, bugs or the latest X-Files mystery.

She smiled at him. "And so?"

"When he woke up, he called me Tempe," he breathed.

"Tempe? My God, he doesn't call her that in real life. Me thinks someone was having a naughty dream," Angela smiled, a dirty thought obviously crossing her mind.

Hodgins found that he quite liked Angela's dirty smile. "Unless Booth has a twin, I have never heard him call her that," Hodgins thought out loud.

"Let's get back in there, before we miss any more juicy moments," she said, eyes lighting up with pure joy. Hodgins couldn't help but think Angela was wasted here.

She should be in a match-making agency.


When the scheming pair re-entered the room, the chemistry between their subjects was reaching a sizzling level.

"Someone call the fire brigade," Angela said offhandedly, editing the victim's face slightly. Hodgins looked at her curiously. He did not think generally thought good-looking men in big trucks with hoses was a good way to set their couple up.

"Why??" Brennan asked, perplexed at Angela's comment.

"Because it's getting hot in here," Angela wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, while Hodgins snorted and dove under the table to prevent himself from dying of laughter.


Hodgins and Angela were determined to witness every moment that was going between Booth and Brennan. The two were constantly on the prowl, watching their subjects like hawks with their eye on the prey.

Hodgins discovered the fresh one the next day at work. He was walking past her office when he spotted the couple inside. The door was slightly ajar, giving him a brilliant view. They couldn't see him but he could still see them.

"Bones, seriously, you do not carry your passport around. Whatever the heck for?" Booth asked, amused.

"Well just in case I need to go somewhere quickly," Brennan said, looking uncomfortable.

"I can assure you, I haven't seen your face on America's Most Wanted recently, so I think you're safe. Just leave your passport at home," Booth joked with her, trying to make her look less awkward.

"Booth, it's just something that I do, ok? Please stop teasing me about it," she said, not meeting his gaze. Hodgins was dying to see what happened next.

She turned away from him. "Oh Bones," he murmured, moving round beside her. "I wasn't laughing at you."

When she still refused to meet his eyes, he put a hand on her shoulder and spun her round. "Come here," he breathed, pulling her into his arms.

He tucked her head under his chin and held her close to his heart. She wrapped her arms round his back and stood there, obviously in no hurry to move.

"We'll put this down to one of your quirks, kay? And just for the record, I have the highest regard for those quirks," he whispered into her ear, just quiet enough that Hodgins had to strain to hear.

He nearly lost his balance which told him it was time to scram. Hodgins realised something. You know you're spending too much time with Angela when you have to resist the urge to 'squee' at cute moments like that.